My cat is name - Thomas. He is good and pussy. One upon a time he was walking along the street, hungry and helpless. I looked at him. I looked at him. I felt sorry for. took him in his arms, I brought him home. Fed and washed him. He scratched. Mom did not want him to leave and had to let him go back in this cruel world for him. Twenty years have passed. I practically grew up and forgot about Thomas. I walked down the street and as always look at the child who picks up the cat and carries him away.Recollecting himself, and I think in the world there are many good and bad. This can be understood by the actions of people, in this case about Thomas.
